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Dream 1 - Losing the baby at the Colliers' mansion -- I am at a friends house, it is a huge almost stately home sized building, but the part I am in seems like a fairly conventional house, though still on a large scale. I am in the kitchen and there are lots of family photos on a sideboard. The family has a new recent addition, a tiny baby, and I am given the baby for a cuddle while people are bustling around preparing for some kind of event (a dinner party or something) The baby is tiny with as much head as the rest of the body put together. I hug the baby and smile at it and such for a while as I mooch through the house, ending up in a living room, with people still busily going about their business. At some point I realise I no longer have the baby and start panicking because I was left looking after the baby and now I appear to have mislaid it! I back-trace my steps trying to work out where I might have left the baby. Nobody else seems all that concerned about the missing baby and to begin with I am glad that I get some time to try to find it without everyone panicking and telling me off for losing it. I spend quite a lot of time looking in increasingly unlikely places (behind the pictures in the kitchen, in boxes of toys, in the pockets of coats hanging in the hallway etc.) I retrace my steps between the living room where I realised I would lost the baby and the kitchen where I was given it. Each time I retrace the route it gets more confusing as extra rooms and corridors are added. Eventually I manage to remember that I came into the living room with the baby so it must be in that room somewhere. As I am taking this through with one of the less busy people, I spot the baby wedged in a little gap under a door. At first I do not connect being able to see the baby with having found what was lost (dream logic!) and I spend a moment baby talking with the baby about how it has its daddy's mouth before realising the story has reached a happy ending and I wake up relieved! <PERSON> bass and making up a new tune: I am on the stage at some kind of village hall type building, there are a couple of the classic folding tables that every village hall has, apparently I am going to be playing bass in a band but I am the first to arrive apart from KM who is not in the band but is involved in organising the event somehow. I ask if I am supposed to be setting up in front of or behind the tables and she starts talking about how her kids want the bass amp to be right next to them. I am not convinced that is a good idea because they are quite small kids and the amp will be pretty loud close up (in reality, one of her kids is still a bump, but on the dream she had a boy - I must tell her!) Some other band members and others attached to the event are milling around and discussing songs that we might sing and organising logistics. I notice that somebody has put their guitar on the stage and I pick it up to have a little play. I start plating around with some chords and come up with a new harmonisation for a song the others were discussing (I can remember the chords, but not what the song was!) The others start singing the song but to the original tune and I cannot keep my concentration so I put the guitar back on its stand. We faff about with table cloths for a bit and start eating lunch on the tables, while I mutter about getting crumbs in the equipment